The Token

[Ba****]

Over the years I have penned a few stories, poems and rhymes for either my own amusement or for a special person in my life at that time. Most of these creations (and indeed persons) I’ve now long lost to time and so were seen by very few. Perhaps that could change here.

This is my 1st post on FET and indeed the very first time I’ve published anything creative anywhere.

Feedback both good and bad is welcome.

Whatever your kink, I do hope you enjoy this little rhyme and perhaps it may even strike a cord within…



The Token

I sit here alone on a warm summers night.
Mind drifting to thoughts that to others might fright, but for those with broader minds they will know, that those depraved thoughts can be a wonderful place to go…

I dream of this gorgeous woman, naked at my feet, looking up with misty eyes, subservient and meek.

She hands herself to me, body and soul, willing me to Dominate her, sexual release her goal.

But this desire to expose her core to me, extends to places only i can see. It’s borne from deep trust, and a mutual respect, a willingness to listen, to communicate and perfect.

She needs to feel controlled, sometimes my belt, lashing her arse, leaving the odd welt. A light slap of hand falling across her cheek, while gripping her hair, it makes her go weak.

Her pussy so wet, her lust raging high, the ache between her legs, her juices on thigh. All of these signs spur the Dominant in I, but this submissive is not broken no matter how hard I try.

Whilst my sadist within is an essential factor she must feel, there is no way on earth i will let it ruin this deal. My hand on her neck, she now sucks my knob, deep in her throat, tears, gag and a sob.

But despite how it might look to someone looking in, saliva and cum dripping down her chin, my Dominant role is but only a token, for it is she with the power to decide when it is broken.

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